My Closet in Sketches

Saint James, no pants, good book.

Lake, beach chair, sand.

The jean jacket gives bunny ears to my brother.

This weekend I organized my belts.

Apparently I own a rainbow of waist-cinchers.

A true artiste must pack her sketching kit for a trip.

Airspray makeup. Captured in NY.

Options.

Because it was pretty that day.

The pleating! The unfinished hems! The button!

Light play.

An inadvertant matching manicure.

An alter ego.

Models for the afternoon.

Various inspirations - beauty products, beer. You know.

Recognize anything?

Moroccon cobbler, maker of my Moroccon leather kicks.

Some favorite posts.

Dig options at Eastern Market

Jackets at Eastern Market (why didn't I buy the yellow one!?)

Banana Republic gloves survive Snowpocalypse

Swagged out All Stars at the Native American Museum

Wilson's cousin.

Stripes and cutoffs go West Coast.

Beers and tacos in California - I still think about this color scheme right here.

Lucky friends with amazing fur coats

Grandma likes pretty bottles as much as I do.

Leather jacket, I <3 you

DC's most famous trees.

Orange and pink make for nice party favors.

Summer's best shoes take a ride.

Tangled up.

Michigan peach, summer-time only bracelets.

Fierce and feminine.

Best friend's wedding acouterments.

Turquoise toes for the hot months.

Ray Bans and The Great Gatsby.

Old tees and the Timex make a trip to the Aquarium

Never a dull moment in grandma's closet.

Metallics, sequins, suede. All at once is preferable.

She doesn't have internet - didn't even know what she was missing!

I love blue and gold combinations.

Research.

I also use my doors as doors!

It's what works.

Where I'm rolling from, right now.

Tiles and shapes in Spain

A Finer Things ledge.

Collapsible fedora and jacaranda in Spain.

The color combinations - still inspiring.

Mudroom.

Yves Klein blue (my fave) at Chefchaouen's pigment market.

Mom and me on our Moroccan tour bus. Espadrilles and slides.

Blue doors in Morocco.

Free capp's and cookies at the Air France Lounge. Klass.

Boucle and silk, loungin' during my one and only time flying First Class.